On July 18, 617 AD, on the outskirts of Chang'an, the western capital of the Sui Dynasty, a horse-drawn carriage moved slowly in the vast night. The carriage was followed by two men, a coachman dressed in sackcloth with a horsewhip in his hand, and a scholar in a dark cloth shirt who looked like an official of the court.

The half-moon hung in the sky, and in the dim moonlight, I saw that this scholar looked about forty-seven or eighteen years old. He has a hair towel on his head, silkworm eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a long beard under his chin, and a solemn expression on his face.

The carriage is a flatbed cart that pulls goods. At the moment, there was nothing on the car, just a corpse. The body was apparently killed by an arrow, and there were still two clusters of arrows in the chest. These two arrows were shot very deep and could not be easily pulled out, so they remained there like two wooden poles stuck in the ground. The dirt road was uneven, the carriage jolted and swayed from time to time, and the two arrow shafts swayed gently......

Probably because they sit in official sedan chairs on weekdays, the scholars are not used to walking long roads, and gradually they can't keep up with the speed of the carriage and fall behind. The coachman didn't know it, his eyes were just staring ahead. In this wilderness, the shadows of the trees beside the road are longing, strange and scary. There was a dead silence all around, save for the occasional chirping of insects in the wilderness.

The coachman was concentrating on the car when he suddenly heard a deep sigh. It was a short voice, but it was very real. The coachman couldn't help but look around blankly, there was no one around, where did the sigh come from? He was in confusion when he sighed again. The driver heard it clearly this time, and the sound was coming from the corpse in the car.

The voice sounded terrible, like the dying cry of a desperate man, and like the complaint of a ghost from the underworld. The driver suddenly felt his scalp tingle and trembled. He hurriedly threw away the horsewhip in his hand, turned around, and shouted as he ran: "Blow up the corpse!" Explode the corpse! ”

The coachman ran to the officials and shouted in panic: "Master, it's not good, blow up the corpse!" ......Officials read the books of the sages and did not believe in such absurdities. He tightened his eyebrows and said sharply, "What's the matter?" Say it! ”

"Sir, the dead body is coming, and I hear him crying out in pain......" the coachman stammered.

"Oh? Is there such a thing? The official's brow tightened.

At this time, the white horse pulling the cart saw that the master had run away, and stood motionless.

Without the slightest fear, the official walked a few steps to the carriage and looked at the corpses lying flat on the carriage. The corpse was actually a weak-crowned teenager, who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old at most. The young man was handsome, and he had no other injuries except for two arrows in his chest. However, under the moonlight, his face was as white as paper, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, which had dried up.

The coachman carefully stood beside his master, staring at the corpse in horror. Suddenly, the corpse's fingers moved, and he hurriedly shouted: "Master, he moved again......"

Officials also saw it. Moreover, not only did he see the corpse's fingers moving, but he also noticed that his forearm seemed to be slightly raised. The official hurriedly leaned down and tried his fingers under the young man's nose, as if he felt a trace of breath flowing. His silkworm eyebrows loosened, his expression turned to joy, and he hurriedly said, "Thank God, he is still alive......"

When the coachman heard this, he was very surprised, and looked at the master blankly: "Master, what should we do then?" The official pondered for a moment and decisively: "Go to the annex." ”

When the coachman heard this, he hurriedly ran over and picked up the whip from the ground, then reined in the horse's stiff rope and drove the carriage to a nearby fork in the road. Then he jumped on the wheels and sat there waving his whip vigorously.

The officer had already climbed into the carriage and sat in the carriage. With the shouts of the coachman and the crisp sound of the whip, the white horse began to gallop wildly, and the carriage galloped away in the vast night......

The official in the carriage was named Wei Yijie, and he was the right servant of the imperial court. And the dying teenager lying next to him is Li Yuan's fifth son, Li Zhiyun.

About ten days ago, Li Yuan, who was left behind in Taiyuan and the Duke of Tang Guo, rebelled in Jinyang. Before Li Yuan raised his army, he sent someone to secretly inform his eldest son Li Jiancheng, his fourth son Li Yuanji and his fifth son Li Zhiyun, who stayed in his hometown in Wugong County, and asked them to come to Taiyuan to meet as soon as possible. However, the eldest brother Li Jiancheng was afraid that it would be inconvenient to take him on the road because Li Zhiyun was too young, and he felt that he was a child, and the court would not treat him well, so he left Li Zhiyun behind.

After Li Yuan staged a mutiny, officials from Wugong County captured Li Zhiyun and sent him to Chang'an. The court will not spare the son of a traitor. The general Yin Shishi, Zuo Yiwei, who was in charge of defending Chang'an, escorted Li Zhiyun to the Dongshi execution ground, tied him to a wooden stake, shot him to death with an arrow, and discarded his body in place.

When Li Yuan served as the commander of the guard, Wei Yijie was an official in the same dynasty as him, and the two had a close relationship. Wei Yijie felt that Li Zhiyun was too pitiful, and he couldn't bear to see his violent corpse in the wild, so he bought off the guards, set up a carriage that night, and took advantage of the night to pull the corpse out of Chang'an City, planning to find a barren hill and bury it, so that the child could be buried in the ground.

He didn't expect that this child's life would be too big, and he would still have a breath. So he ordered the coachman to turn around and rush to his annex in Nanshan to see if he could revive the child.

Nanshan is about thirty miles away from Chang'an. About two hours later, the carriage stopped in front of a villa. The coachman got out of the car and knocked on the door, calling out two servants. Wei Yijie instructed them to carry Li Zhiyun to a guest room in the backyard and place him on a brocade couch.

He turned to the butler who was following him and said, "You go to Master Wang quickly, and be sure to invite him." The butler agreed, and went out with the lantern.

Half an hour later, the butler brought in an old gentleman in his fifties, wearing a green silk shirt, a melon-skin hat, and a goat's beard under his chin. He is a Langzhong in the Nanshan area, with superb medical skills, and many dignitaries have asked him to see a doctor.

Wei Yijie stepped forward and saluted: "Late at night, please forgive Mr. Wang." ”

Wang Fuzi waved his hand and said, "If you don't care, it's important to save people!" After that, he put down the medicine box, walked to the couch and took a closer look, and couldn't help but gasp. He tested the wounded's snort with his fingers, then checked the arrow wound, and then looked up and said, "What a miracle that the arrow has penetrated deep into the viscera and is still alive!" ”

Wei Yijie hurriedly asked, "Is there any salvation?" ”

Master Wang nodded and said, "Since there is still breath, the old man will definitely be able to save him!" Then he took out the forceps and scissors used for surgery from the medicine box, cut off the shaft of the arrow first, and then clamped the arrow out with pliers. After the wound is cleaned, the wound is sutured and finally coated with the ancestral gold medicine.

Master Wang was busy for more than an hour, then he stood up, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and said to the master: "Good health and recuperation, you can stay and walk around in October." Before leaving, he prescribed a few more pairs of decoction and told him to decoction at the hour.

After Wei Yijie thanked him, he asked the housekeeper to present the consultation funds and send Lang Zhong home.

……

Li Zhiyun woke up from a coma and found himself lying in a strange room. This room is so strange, it seems to be a wooden structure, the decoration is also very special, and everything around it is antique, like a studio for filming a costume film and television drama.

He wanted to sit up, but as soon as he leaned over, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he couldn't help but let out an "ouch".

A little girl came over and smiled, "Childe, are you awake?" ”

Son? Li Zhiyun was stunned. The girl was also dressed strangely, she wore the same style of hair that the old little girl had combed, and she wore a pale green satin tagoon, like a maid. Could it be that this is a TV series?

Li Zhiyun has not been lucky at all this year. As a telecommunications engineer, he travels abroad all year round. In the morning, he and several colleagues boarded a passenger plane in a country in Africa. Half an hour after the plane took off, it suddenly encountered a super strong air current, and the plane quickly lost control. In an instant, the police lights in the cabin were blazing, and people screamed for help. He only felt the plane fall rapidly, and then there was a "boom", and he didn't know anything. When he woke up, he found himself lying in this crew-like place.

Li Zhiyun looked at the little girl in a daze, and said in a weak voice: "Where is this?" Why am I here? ”

"This is Wei House. Childe, you were injured, but it was my lord who saved you. The girl smiled.

"Sir?" Li Zhiyun was puzzled, "Isn't this acting in a TV series?" ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said, "Childe, I don't understand what you say." ”

Li Zhiyun saw that the other party didn't seem to be pretending, so he had to ask: "Okay, what's your lord's name?" What does he do? ”

"My lord's surname is Wei, and he is a big official in the imperial court." After the girl finished speaking, she added, "My name is Chun'er, and I am the maid of Wei Mansion. Master, he asked me to take care of you......"